After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

As expected.

Jolie lowered her gaze slightly. Her pale face carried a fragile determination as she sat at the edge of the dining table. Her slender frame looked too weak to resist, yet the defiance in her eyes told another story. She couldn't escape.

But she wasn't willing to give in.

"I won't break up with him," she said, raising her eyes with a clear and unwavering resolve.

Terence let out a cold laugh. "Well, you've got guts. You really are my daughter. Let's see how long your resolve lasts!"

With that, he abruptly stood and stormed out of the dining room.

Daisy frowned at Jolie. "Jolie, why are you so stubborn? Ian Wheeler isn't the right person for you. Why won't you listen to us? Do you really think we'd harm you?" Jolie replied calmly, "Is what's 'right' always the best?"

"Of course," Daisy said firmly. "If someone fits in every way, that's what's best."

"I don't agree," Jolie said softly, her gaze dropping as she rejected her mother's words.

"You're being too narrow-minded," Daisy sighed in frustration. "One day, you'll understand that everything we're doing is for your own good."

Jolie didn't respond further and began eating, though there was no life to her actions. She looked like a lifeless robot, her spirit dulled and devoid of any vibrancy.

...

immediately passed the

the screen to wake it, only to let it go dark

was he waiting

hoping for

night, she had rejected

the past month, he hadn't reached

received updates about

to have sensed his thoughts and took it upon herself to

her injury was healing, whether she was resting well, how long she watched TV, how much time she spent on her phone and

updates, it felt as though a vivid, living

weren't together,

himself wanting her more with each passing day. To see her. To

wilder and more uncontrollable with each passing

this wasn't right. She had rejected him. She had her principles, and he

him argued what was

wanted her, he should have

her. He should help

conflict, Gavin grew

hand, which had been spinning a pen between his fingers,

a brief

and dialed